When Chell woke up in the morning, a wave of pure glee came across her as she heard the distinct sound of Wheatley snoring. It was like music to her ears after these past 2 days. He constantly worked and tried to please her, but never did he ever seem to take a day off for himself. That was rare, she found. She supposed that today he would be relaxed. And Chell was going to be damned if she wasn't going to help him relax. He deserved it more than anything.

She crept out of bed and across the hall to the kitchen and pulled out the eggs, flour, sugar and butter. She would make him pancakes to start off. She wasn't really a very good chef, but she knew how to make pancakes, and to Wheatley, that was good enough. He loved her pancakes and he knew she knew that, from the numerous times he had tried to make them and always said the same thing. "Luuuuv, I can't make them like you can…. Can you make them for me?" She was, of course, happy to oblige and was always ready to cook them up. But today he didn't even have to ask, she was going to do this for him, and he was going to love them.

She finishes making the pancakes and set them up just how he liked them. A plate of toast in one corner of the tray and orange juice in the other. Chell never really questioned it, but he always seemed to enjoy having an almost American breakfast in bed. She wasn't going to question it, though.

She wandered over to his door and tapped gently, tray balanced in one hand. There was a muffled mumble and a quiet 'come in' from the obviously tired Wheatley. She smiled slightly and walked into the room with the tray.

He was laying a heap in the covers, head under a pillow and arms hugging the covers close. He looked absolutely tuckered out. She smiled and gently patted his shoulder. Wheatley pulled his head out from under the pillow and smiled tiredly at her. His smile only widened when he say she was wearing the necklace he had got her for her birthday.

"Morning, luv!" He said cheerily, even though he was tired as hell. She smiled warmly at him and gently handed him the tray of food she had prepared for him. "F-For me?" He asked, receiving a nod. "Wow, luv! You are a star!" He flashed a grin and began eating. He seemed so happy just to have that.

Chell smiled and left the room to leave him to eat. She walked into her room and got re-changed.

Oh no….

Cuby had fluttered into Wheatley's room… THIS couldn't end well….

"AHHHHH! BIRDBIRDBIRDBIRDBIRDBIRD!" Wheatley threw up the tray that once held his breakfast as the bird fluttered in. He scrambled out of bed and hastily made his way out of the room and towards Chell's room. "Chell! There's a BIRD in my room!" He cried and he ran into the room, only in boxers and a t-shirt.

Chell nodded and sat him on her bed, closed the door and grabbed her pen and pad.

That's Cuby. He was given to me as a present from Ellen.

"I should have known…"

She meant no harm by it, I'm sure! He won't hurt you, I promise.

"Luuuuv… You know I hate birds… Too many bad experiences… Please can we get rid of it?"

No! He's all I have when you're out at work!

"I only work so long because I want the best for you, because I love you!" His hands clapped over his mouth as soon as he said it; oh he didn't just say that, did he? Please say he DIDN'T just say that…

Chell's eyes widened in shock, telling him that yes, he had just said that.

He didn't leave a minute to spare, going into his room, avoiding the monster bird lay in a heap on his bed, he put on some jeans, shoes and a jacket and ran for it. He just messed everything up. Why, why did he have to say that? Everything they just had was ruined, everything. He was an idiot. Hot tears were streaming down his face. Brilliant. Now he was LEAKING. Ugh. It was bad enough having to leak in other places…

He stumbled his way to the park and hid in the little wooded area. He knew she wouldn't find him here, she'd tried before and failed, so she wouldn't find him now, he supposed.

His sat under the same tree he always sat under when he wanted to think. His head rested against the hard bark and he closed his eyes. He was such a screw up. Why did he always have to mess things up? And NO. It was NOT because he was a moron, because he wasn't, he was smart. He was just a klutz when it came to words.

Wheatley walked back in late. It was about 10pm when he did so. He had eaten at a sandwich shop down the road and then spent the rest of the day at his little hidey spot.

He didn't look up as he walked in, walking into the kitchen and turning on the stove. He really couldn't bear to see Chell giving a sympathetic look, like he'd really messed up but she would live with it. No, he was just going to make something easy to eat, see if that devil bird-thing was still on his bed. If it was, he would sleep on the sofa.

He walked to the freezer and pulled out the peas silently, turning around. A hurt face looked up at him as he did so, eyes shining with tears as she thrust the pad towards him. He adjusted his glasses and read the sheet.

Where have you been? I've been so worried!

"Oh… Around…" He mumbled and walked around her, filling the kettle and boiling some water. He was uncharacteristically quiet.

A hand thrust the pad back towards him and he read it again.

Stop ignoring me! Please! Why did you leave the house? Is it because of Cuby? Tell me, please! Wheatley, you're scaring me when you do this!

Wheatley heaved a sigh and shook his head. "It's not about Mr Monster Bird… Although he reaaallly doesn't help… It's… It's about what I said earlier, luv… I just ruined everything… and I'm sorry…" His eyes were cast downwards.

No, Wheatley… Please, don't say you ruined it. Please…